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The Contract Wife of the Comatose Tycoon

In a desperate attempt to pay off her mother's debt, Yanne John found herself forced into marriage with Steven, the young master of the Lucas Family. However, Steven had been bedridden and in a vegetative state for the past three years. Many believed Yanne to be a widow, her father manipulated her, and her sister took pleasure in her misfortune. Unexpectedly, one fateful night, the seemingly lifeless vegetable miraculously woke up and began misbehaving towards Yanne. He accused her of being a gold digger, willing to marry a man in such a state for financial gain. They struck a deal: if he completed a task, they would divorce, setting her free. But despite reclaiming his possessions, Steven couldn't let go. Yanne confronted him, questioning why he clung to their marriage when he clearly disliked her love for money. To her surprise, Steven tearfully confessed, "Yanne John, you mean everything to me. Without you, I am nothing." Unbeknownst to him, his love for her had taken root deep within his being, impossible to sever. And so, their relationship transformed from one of convenience to one of genuine affection. Soon, everyone discovered that Yanne, once married to a vegetable, had turned her life around. The cool and distant husband had become utterly devoted, obeying her every command as if it were an imperial decree. Not only did she have a loving husband by her side every night, but she also had a pair of adorable twins. To top it all off, she had become the wealthiest woman in the world—a true winner in life. During a media interview, Yanne was asked about her secret to taming her husband. With a mischievous smile, she replied, "The secret is... psychological warfare!"

Harper Wilson · Urban
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100 Chs

Chapter 100: Is this testing his sincerity?

Yanne John was speechless for a moment.

But because Annick is a senior, she is too embarrassed to drive her away.

Annick looked at her with red eyes, which made Yanne John feel a little embarrassed, even at a loss.

"Miss John, I have seen your design works, you are indeed a great designer." Annick said.

"Thank you, Mr. Annick." Yanne John just replied without any extra words.

Seeing her indifference, Annick liked her even more.

Compared with fiery sambal like Nana Zris, he prefers such a refreshing side dish.

"Miss John, I also have some research and achievements in design, would you like to have an in-depth exchange with me, Miss John?" Annick said.

In-depth communication?

She's an adult, she can't fail to understand what Annick means.

I'm afraid, he and Nana Zris communicated deeply on the bed.

"Sorry, Mr. Annick, I don't have that idea just yet."